“The Enemy Has Left the Building”

Driving back through Indiana

At the end of February, 2024

I notice a vast, exhaustive expanse

Of aridness, an eerie,

Brown cloak of desolation

Befallen our planet on

Which we


Have taken to monitoring

Everything with video

Surveillance, have

Advertised marijuana

In states where it is illegal and have

Sped to the end of the



To see

The naked body,

Now dead, with

He** not a crashing,

Thunderous storm but an


Eternity of a withered abyss

Tailoring staring at oneself and

Confusing oneself with something.

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